Luyện nghe bài hát Whole Lotta Love Goin on in The Middle of Hell

Whole lotta goin' on
In da middle of
Say
What's on?

I 'em home alone
Dey turned danger zones
Studio shootouts, no doubt
In da eyes of the
And not for guys

Fantasize an' nat rep
you move
While they disturb the
Now the over, oops
Outta

Yo, my brother, can you spare a
Some take me out
I call 'em my own
(Can't we all get along?)

Rap iz a contact
Can I get
I hum to da maximum
What I talk is
From da strong
The velt New

112 a minute
An' I'm in it
no mercy
To da ones that me

And I'm in da paint
The might be over
But the fussin'
hate the way I say 'em
'Cause I 'em like
Zo to da AM

of an end of an error
Incredible shrinkin'
Fiend a face

Still got for 'em
But ain't got no love
For the of us
So my get iller than Illinois
Return to da

I'd fall off
Than victim of crime
And a low rhyme
If I go down ain't goin' wit me

So come get me, come on
Come on, on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, on